9.
she held the book toward the window and read aloud
she said eternity & i said yes.
i could describe it firmly
at the table feeling that with that knowledge i would like to be alone
seeing the jokes obscure and break the thought
lying here body lighted and pulling
it, she, the pretty girl, humorous, wanted me, perhaps wanted me to,
what?
'i used to know a lot'
she seemed to be crying behind the stair rail
at night hearing the rain pouring over the house
'i could do it because i could feel their vision of it'
the suspension
in my chest a slate of perception
racked waiting to know whether she d come through
the two days a grey light
released sea light
she walked into the river with stones in her pocket
it was when you were telling what you d heard in the poem
climbing up into the company of your perception
i took that image as a center
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